Dearest Diary,
I am quite certain I have conceded before that the sort of searching that is at the forefront of our correspondence is not something to be taken lightly or one that is reserved for the more aged individual. Whilst sitting a spell out of doors with the schoolchildren today, I was reminded of just how young one might be when he starts thinking of matrimony. As I visited with another schoolteacher, a pupil approached us with a very discouraged demeanor. With heavy heart he began to explain that he could not find one young girl who would agree to a courtship with him. I can only assume he expected my friend to assist in such an endeavour. But when he was asked to concern himself with play instead, the boy seemed to accept that as a reasonable solution. Only momentarily, however, for moments later, he was begging for the hand of another young maiden. She also refused, appalled at the suggestion.
As for the remainder of the evening, no measure of Happiness can compare to the company of friends. I saw many today. And pledge to see a few more on the morrow...
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